So, my Momma and I were out last weekend having breakfast. She isn’t really a dog fan, but she understands that Finn is the grandchild I have produced for her, so she plays along.

“How’s the boyfriend Finn has in Singapore?” she asks. (Cody, where are you?? We miss you!!)

“I don’t know,” I say. “They haven’t been posting in a while. But, we are planning a dog and cat Olympics. People signed up for different sports they are going to host. I am doing the Closing Ceremony!” (I share TOP SECRET details of the ceremony with her. She cannot be bribed, don’t try!)

“When are you having the Olympics?”

“During the actual Olympics. We are very organized.”

Now, she begins to look at me kind of strangely. She tilted her head to the side and asked me if I was okay.

“Yes, I am fine. Here,” I say as I pull out some pictures on my phone. “This is Finn breathing on our front door for Nose Art, this is Finn drawing us for the Draw Your Peeps event. And this is Finn wrestling with the bathtub. See? All the events are like dog-related.”

Mom took a sip of her coffee and changed the subject. Probably to my brother’s children, you know, human kids.

Now, I ask you. Have you ever tried to explained Blogville to non-Blogville residents? Do these folks then feel your forehead to see if you have a fever? Do they look at you sideways? Do they ask you if you are alright? I think it’s hilarious! I remember when Sprinkles was doing an Anthropology class project, and she was going to argue in her paper that Blogville was its own culture. I gave her some examples of how I thought this was true! And now, seeing my mother’s reaction, it is more true to me than ever!